Capturing A Phantom Heart.
Chapter Fifteen: Breaking Free.
Four Months Earlier...
He couldn't believe it.
Olivia was gone, she had discovered the truth behind his mask.
She wasn't like Christine, demanding to know the day after he took her down to his world.
In fact, Olivia didn't even ask about it or his dark past.
Everyone hid it from her, even Madame Giry who was her adopted mother.
The look on her face, the constant screams, the tears pouring down from her sad eyes, it was something he could never forget.
Her cold threats didn't matter to him, all he wanted was to wrap her in his arms and tell her the honest truth when it was time.
Not that night.
Seeing her disappear from sight broke his healed heart once more, his spirit he thought had returned now left his body.
For some foolish reason, Erik would think she would return and beg for forgiveness which he would within a second.
But as the days went by, hopes were dashed and pure hatred entered inside him.
Just like Christine, would probably find someone who has a handsome face and marry him on the spot.
She would live a new life away from Paris, forgetting all about the masked monster trapped in a dirty cell.
All thoughts of their passionate relationship died away, she meant nothing to him now.
Death was the only answer for he would gladly wait for that day to come.
One night, a familer figure came towards him holding a shiny sword in his hand.
It was Raoul.
Erik looked at him with a sneer across his face, how he hated that fop with a firey passion!
"Good evening, Phantom. I don't say the real name because why should I?" He said, pointing the sword at his chest.
"Go on, then. Kill me. Finish it. You got your Christine, you won. If you murder me this night, you have blood in your hands forever." Erik said.
Raoul laughed loudly that echoed the hollow walls, then suddenly stopped and burned his eyes into him.
"There's no blood in you. When you die, you will be erased from Paris and everyone lifes. Inculding Christine. I won't regret a single cut on you for a moment."
"Well, at least we can understand that then. So what are you waiting for?" Erik asked.
Raoul pointed the blade at his heart, a forceful push would end this monster's life.
But instead of killing him, he rose the sword and forced it down on the chains that was holding Erik.
Stunned at his action, Raoul threw it aside shaking his head.
Erik rose up from the ground, rubbing his wrists while staring at him.
"Why did you do that?" He asked, gritting his teeth.
But Raoul didn't answer, he simply began to walk away.
"COWARD!" Erik roared that made him stop.
He turned to face him, a angry sneer went across his handsome face.
"I'm no coward, Phantom! I may let you live because of a reason which disgusts me." He replied.
Erik stormed towards him, his height looming over the count.
"What reason?" He growled.
"Your little Olivia is with child."
Silence fell on the two eneimes, one swallowing the news while the other was enjoying the stunned reaction.
"Where is she?!" Erik asked, a few moments later.
"She lives in London with Madame Giry but you can't leave Paris, the police will be on to you if you depart from the country." Raoul replied.
Erik pushed the count aside violently, then made his way out of the prison.
Many tried but failed to capture him, some died by his powerful fists while others would be seriously injured.
Raoul was not hurt but he decided to find Christine instead of warning Olivia or Madame Giry.
Only they will feel the anger and rage of the mad man, they deserved every bit of especially Olivia.
Meanwhile, Erik was deeply hidden in a boat heading to London.
It was a struggle to cover his disformed face from everyone that he went by but luckily no-one really noticed.
He thought over Raoul's words, teasing his mind over and over again.
Olivia was pregeant with his child, it would be disfigured just like him and treated badly in this cruel world.
Going to a different place was ailen to Erik but he had to find her, to get the real truth out of her.
Though he didn't want to see Olivia again and in fact wanted her gone from his life, he had to know everything before making his decison.
As the months passed, Erik discovered fortune and wealth by finding a old abounded house that was left in despair.
He wrote many musical pieces from selected theatres though he kept his face and identiy a secret.
He wondered through the historial parts of London at night, admiring the beauty of this wonderful city.
But he couldn't find Olivia anywhere, he didn't dare ask anyone where she lived in case they would see his masked face.
So he planned a ball on Saturday night, that would be enough for her to arrive so then he could confront her.
Watching the people arrive and enter his home, Erik waited patiently for any sign for Olivia.
But his eyes caught on Madame Giry coming with a handsome gentelman that held on her arm gently.
She didn't have Olivia with her which bitterly disappointed him deeply.
Time went by, dances were danced, talk was passed to one another.
A arrival came, wearing a beautiful gown that hid the growing stomach underneath it.
Erik was simply stunned at the female, it was Olivia!
Her eyes wandered everywhere around her, she was glowing like a ever burning candle.
He noticed that she was uneasy about his hidden presence, perhaps she knew that he was there watching her.
Throughout the time she was there, Erik studied her with awe and anger at the same time.
His heart pained of how he deeply missed her while his rage boilled of how he wanted to punish her.
The ball had ended, people were departing and so was Madame Giry's group of friends.
A very weak smile went across his face, yes he was at ease that she was happy but he considered never forgiving her for what she had done that night.
Then he noticed Olivia heading to the toilets, his plan was about to begin.
When the last person left the building, Erik dimmed the lights just like back in the Opera Poplaurie.
He stood at the staircase, waiting in the darkness for Olivia.
She stepped out of the toilets, calling out for someone to be there.
But once her eyes fell on his, the moment would last forever if he wished it to.
Just seeing her was painful in each second that passed, he stepped back in the darkness and headed to his bedroom.
He heard her calls, her footfalls pounding the floor.
Her fists banged the door, he stood by the window waiting for her to enter.
The creak sent shivers down his spine, any second now she would be close.
He answered her questions, then he prepared for the moment to turn and look at her.
Seeing her horrified face would haunt him for days but she didn't scream.
He broke free from the chains of Paris, determined to find the woman who is maybe with his child and now he had seen her, he had the questions forming in his mind.
Would she be truthful? Would they figure out a understanding of what to do next about the child? Would they ever forgive each other?
They didn't know but for now, they are together again.
Author's Note: Yes, I'm Back After My Break From Writing! Hope You Like This Chapter, The Next One Will Be Up Soon.